Bloode Saga part 3
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PART 3 TO THE BLOODE SAGA
Chapter 1
Twilight flowed from the trees, the night silent aside from the slight rustle of leaves in the trees or a rabbit darting threw the grass to get its food before the foxes wake. Slowly the sun peaked over the high hills to the east, light shining down on the large forest causing the dewing grass to sparkle and the ancient trees seemed to grow up, their leaves pulling towards the lights. The light also hit a small cottage nestled on the side of a rising hill.
Smoke still rose from the chimney showed that someone still live there out in the center of this great forest. The cottage door clicked and opened slowly, a small cloaked figure exited and closed the door silently behind. The figure moved away from the building headed away from the rising sun to the west, threw the woods. Moving quickly the figure reached a small clearing, tents sprawled around, all still silent in the early morning. The cloaked figure moved through the camp to the center tent, larger and a dark green unlike the lighter shades of the smaller tents.
Entering the figure pulled back the hood exposing the face a beautiful fox woman with green fur on her cheeks and ears, black fur from her muzzle down the middle of her neck, disappearing down her cloak. The tent was dark with a small candle lit upon a table in the center covered in maps and reports. It smelled slightly of oak and stale air.
Suddenly a man appeared from the shadows of the back tent showing a large male wolf, scars seemed to have shadows of their own as the candle flame's light danced upon his face. He wore a hard look which softened slightly as he recognized the female, if a rock could soften. "May the Goddess shine on our meeting Issabell." The male said with a surprisingly soft voice.
"And may she smile upon our parting Estavon." She replied in the greeting, her voice of silk. She moved to the table looking over the maps, glancing at his face she said, "You look tired. Did you not sleep?"
The male laughed loudly a joyous sound for such a hard man. "Assassins come for me more every night, we are running low on food and the clans seem to want to take as long as possible to decide. I think most will wait to see who will win before joining a side." He sighed at last remark. "We run low on warriors and the Shulu seem to have an infinite amount. We killed well over two thousand in the raid two nights ago yet my scouts say their camp hasn't seemed to diminish. I am running out of time." He sat down in a chair that was hid from her view, running a hand threw his shaggy head of hair.
She smiled a sad smile at the male. "You will win this yet Estavon. I am sure the others will see in the wisdom to join you. The Shulu have broken the Pact of Blood, and the Goddess does not smile upon oath breakers. Also I think I can help you with one of your problems. I think I know how their members are growing."
The male looked at her with wide eyes sitting up slightly looking at the female eagerly. "How"?
She couldn't help laugh at his eagerness, "Do you still have the wizard captive?" He nodded slowly. "Let us go pay him a visit before I explain." He stood quickly leading her out of the tent. The Sun has risen farther in the sky, the warmth of the light and the cool air landing on both of them. The light also showed the dark brown color of the male wolf as his lead them threw the camp to small tent guarded by two more wolves both had grey fur.
With a nod to the guards, they stepped aside allowing them to pass into the tent. A white orb hung in the air giving off plenty of light in the small area. A human man with short blonde hair sat on a bed scribbling notes on some paper, he barely glanced up at the two, hardly caring they were there.
Estavon spoke first, "Good morning. You're up early." The man sighed and shuffled his papers together putting them to the side.
"What do you want? I told you I cannot fight in this war of yours and I will not argue about it again." Estavon shook his head if but a little sadly before replying.
"No not that", he gestured to Issabell, "you know Issabell right? She has asked to see you. She says she has the answer to how the Shulu are keeping their numbers." The man raised an eyebrow at the fox waiting for her to speak.
She smiled slightly before speaking, "Wizard, I think they rediscovered the method to change humans to wolves." Estavon gasped sending a blessing to the Goddess to ward evil. The right to change any man to animal remained the right of the Goddess, anyone who tried usually ended up dead or deformed. She went on to explain of a man made wolf who lay in her home, of how his village was attacked, and after being bit, transformed into one of the clans blessed by the Goddess in the form of black wolf.
She shivered slightly; glad they could not see her blush as she remembered the night before. "All though they cannot redo what the Goddess has done they have...changed it. I believe the transformation depends on the blood of the victim. The man grew almost a foot taller and muscles expanded to twice the original size in an hour, in two the fur was completely grown, and in five it was complete. I left after I was sure he was ok and found his village. The Shulu wolves were packing the humans in cages, most of them were screaming in pain as they were still transforming. I saw their blacksmith, who is a large man, change and he is not nearly as big as the other."
The wizard looked thoughtfully down at his hand, speaking to himself in low tones. "Yes...if you tainted the blood.....and cursed their.....maybe...." He looked up at the two his face dark. "This is bad news indeed. I will help you, But," he looked at Estavon," but only with this. I cannot take part in your war.
Estavon smiled at the man. "Thank you my friend. Your help may help us win this."
The wizard looked at the fox ignoring the wolf." Bring me the man and I shall see if I can change this." She smiled and thought to herself my wolf shall be king yet.
Chapter 2
Groaning he rolled off of his side, opening his eyes slightly. I had the weirdest dream. He sat up groaning again at the slight pain in his shoulder. He placed his hand on it only to freeze at the feeling of fur. Looking down, he again realized that what happened wasn't a dream. Placing both of his hands on his lap his palms up; he looked at them, emotionless, realizing that everyone he knew was probably dead.
He was in the room of the fox who called herself Issabell. Memories flashed threw his mind, of a girl who was at a young age, captured by humans, turned into a slave by a lord, using her body for pleasure and teaching her how to kill his enemies. The girl grew fast and turned into a beautiful woman who eventually killed the lord and escaped into the woods to where she lived now.
Memories of the skills she learned and history gathered in his mind. He suddenly knew he could wield a sword with ease, he knew the correct way to make, and shoot a bow skillfully. He knew about the history of the clans around the area and the Goddess who watched over all animals. He looked amazed down at his hands knowing that with this knowledge he could very well be the king she asked him to be. King? Me? Ha!
Looking around everything seemed clearer to his eyes than ever before. He could notice the stitching of the blanket that lay over him or smell the scent of the unlit honey candle across the room while the house itself still smelt of cinnamon from the incents lit last night. He was amazed at how he could still feel the blanket threw the fur on his hands. A gift of memories and a curse of a body...is this a curse?
He had to know what else he could do. He jumped out of bed, and moved through the house till he found the door outside. Leaving he looked around at his environment. A stump with an axe lodged in it was probably used for cutting wood. A water barrel stood near the door to the small cottage, and an outhouse stood farther away towards the edge of the forest. He laughed with joy at how clear everything was.
He could see the leaves veins from a tree 300 paces away. Scents invaded his nose that he didn't know existed. The trees oaky smell, the flowers that grew randomly around the clearing, the animals hiding in the woods, growing fear full at his scent. Wait. I can smell their fear? He took in a deep breath smelling a rabbit not too far away rushing away, fear rolling off of it in waves.
He smiled and laughed again before bounding into the woods as fast as his legs could take him. Dodging trees and bushes that seemed to flash by in a blur, he laughed again in joy in how easy it was. He turned back and jumped as hard as he could into the air towards were he just came from. His head almost went over the tree tops earning himself some leaves whipping his face and chest. He landed with a thud two hundred paces away.
He grinned and ran back to the clearing of the small cottage. He walked over to the axe, not even breathing hard, and tugged it from the stump with ease. Moving to a tree far enough from the house he took the axe with both hands and swung with all his might. The axe head lodged itself as deep as it could before the handle snapped in his hands. Laughing he tossed the handle over his shoulder.
_I know I should be morning but this strength is amazing. With this..._He smiled grimly as he thought of the ways he could ruin the wolves who killed his village. He knew their name now to. The Shulu.
As he walked back to the house, and froze for a moment as a he heard the snap of a bow and a whistling of an arrow in the air. Quickly he jumped up to the roof of the cottage and heard the thump of the arrow as it landed in the side of the building. Looking towards the sound of the man who fired it he saw a grey wolf. The Shulu's Red symbol dyed into his chest fur. Surprised at his miss, anger flashed across his face and began knocking another arrow.
Quickly he jumped down, tugging the arrow free from the side of the building as the second twang of the bow was heard. He jumped to the side, the arrow head luckily going up and down gracing his arm fur. If it was sideways it would have cut his arm. A new scent entered his nose; memories from the fox informed him it was a type of paralyzing nectar of a plant that grew in these woods.
Growling as he landed and without hesitation he rushed towards the wolf and before the third arrow was nocked, lodged it deep into his throat, surprise crossing the wolfs face at the speed of the movements. He collapsed to the ground with his hands at his throat trying to keep the blood in around the wound before he lay still, dead.
Turning his head up, Jack howled into the sky at his victory; his senses going wild at the smell of blood, and the rush of adrenalin. He heard the footsteps rushing up behind him and turned gripping his new threat by the throat and pushed it to the ground before noticing the piecing green eyes of the fox.
Surprised he let go and fell back on his ass. "Issabell I'm sorry, I didn't realize it was you. "
Coughing she smiled slightly, her hand rubbing her throat as she sat up. "It's fine. I should have said something instead of running up to you. It seems you can take care of yourself", she nodded at the dead body. By the Goddess he was fast! I've never seen anyone move as fast at that, and his strength...she shivered slightly as she forced herself to stop rubbing her neck.
He looked down at the body and shook his head. Memories rushed into his head of always taking from what you kill, for supplies do not always come easy. He did not want to search threw the dead man's pockets but the memories made sense. Standing he moved over the corpse and rolled the man on to his back and begin to search him. After collecting the items he looked over at the female watching him with pondering eyes.
The body held nothing of great value. A few silver pieces, a belt, and belt knife, along with some dried herbs witch he knew to be for healing that he could put in tea or chew up to rub in wounds. Also grabbing the bow and quiver with a good 18 arrows he stood straight, holding a hand out to the fox. She smiled and took it, pulling her up with ease, and both of them headed back to the house with questions spinning in their heads.
Chapter 3
After sitting down and fetching some breeches for the embarrassed wolf, strapping on the newly obtained belt and knife, the two sat at a small table in the small living room, the tea heating over the fire. "I have questions Issabell. How is it I have your memories in my head? I can remember how and when you skinned your first rabbit, I can remember everything that... man", he said the word with such hatred and scorn," did to you. How can you experience all that but not hate humans?"
She smiled a sad smile and rested a slender hand on his massive fist and said with a kind voice, "Why should I hate all humans, or men, for what one person did? Do you hate me for being a Ta'chini?"
He knew this is the word the men and women were given when the Goddess blessed a village that saved a fox God from death from a king who was seeking fame and fortune. Hiding the fox till the king and his men left, the Goddess smiled down upon the people who saved one of her many children and blessed them with the forms of their choosing, five for each animal chosen.
Wolf made up the guardians of the Ta'chini to protect and keep the law in check. Today there now stands five clans for them. Foxes, rabbits, dragons, hyenas, badgers, ect. There are hundreds of Ta'chini all with different purposes and clans.
Shaking his head slowly he replied, "No I don't not hate you for what you are...I think that if I woke without your memories and understanding I would hate all Ta'chini wolves but I can see there is only one clan I must kill, but that does not explain how I have your memories."
She smiled squeezing his hand before getting up to fetch the tea. He watched her drifting in and out of her memories and the present. The more things that stirred the memories the harder it was to hold on to the moment. He could remember her fetching the tea for the lords and ladies who visited her master, she use to stand in the corner and listen to their conversations closely detecting feelings in their scents to tell her master for later. He could remember the faces of the men and women he sent her to kill or threaten.
Out of no were a sharp pain hit his cheek, his head turning to the side. He turned back, surprised to see the fox with a worried look holding her hand with her other. To tell the truth it stung but not nearly as bad as it should be if she was holding her hand. "You mustn't get lost in the memories! Use them when you need them but don't let them take over." She said with a worried voice.
Smelling the hurt on her hand, he reached out and took her hand in his, messaging it softly to relieve the pain. His hand made hers look so small; he could cover it all in his fist and still have room. She smiled at his kindness, and he caught a scent of pleasure and...arousal? She pulled her hand from him to get the tea again and he was glad she did. He liked the female but it was still awkward to know what someone felt when It should be secret. I have a lot to get use to he thought with a sigh. "Will you please explain all this?"
She took her time in pouring the tea into two small cups, placing one near him and moving to her side of the table, she sat down holding hers in both of her hands. After sipping the hot liquid carefully she finally spoke, "What we know of the sharing of memories is small. As you know foxes are the knowledge seekers of our society. They have studied this sense the beginning.
"What we know about it is that this ability has only appeared in the wolves clans. They use it to bind the other Ta'chini to them as clan members, servants, lovers, or in the rare case, slaves." She took another sip from her tea and moved around a little to find a more comfortable position before continuing. "Not only does it share memories but the one bitten knows at all times in what direction the one who bond him or her is. The ones bitten also cannot share their memories again with another. Once bond you are bound for life. It is something you do with ones you trust or enemies to learn their plans."
He watched her closely her face and scent holding no emotions. Questions raced through his head but waited for her to go on with the explanation. After sipping her tea again she went on. "This has flaws as you could guess. If an enemy who is bound somehow escapes or is recaptured by his people, he would be able to lead them to him no matter where he hid." She smiled a wicked smile, "Most prefer not to bind anyone but the closest to them if able and lovers do it to show their commitment and trust. It also has its bonuses. As you can tell, you have my memories and experiences but also...if you ever... told me to do anything. I would have no choice but to obey. As the person who is bonded I am as humans would say, as servant or slave."
He stared at her silently at her, bringing the tea cup; he downed it all in a giant gulp. It burned all the way down but he did not notice. Much. "Why would you do something like that?" he said slowly. "Why bind yourself to me?" She smiled at him and set her cup down and took one of his massive hands in both of hers.
"For once in my life I wanted to be able to choose my master. To choose the person I would have to listen to. I saw you fight the wolf who tried to kill you and you, as a human, did not give up on life and did not freeze with fear as death stared at you in the face. You killed your enemy and came out the victor." She squeezed his hand affectionately. "I will help you in any way I can to get the revenge you desire. All I ask is that you help me when I call for your aide.
He covered the hand on top of his with his free hand. "When you call for my help I will help you with whatever you need. I am in your debt more than I can describe Issabell." He smiled kindly and almost laughed as the scent of relief and pleasure rolled off of her.
She smiled at the male and then looked out the window to notice the setting sun. "Let us go to bed, it is getting late and we have some friends of mine to see tomorrow that will help you with your mission my wolf." Turning back to him her scent of arousal came back along with a wicked smile he would see a lot of in the days to come. He smiled and was glad she couldn't see him blush as she led him to her room. But he was just as unsettled that she could probably smell his arousal also.
Leading him to the room and closing the door behind him she turned around, leaning up on tiptoes to kiss him on his cheek, pressing her hands on his broad chest. His hands seemed to have a mind of their own as they slipped around her thin waist, pulling the sexy female closer to him. His lips twitched in a smile before leaning down to kiss her fully on the lips. She seemed to melt in his arms, sinking deeper into him.
Picking her up he pressed her against the door, her legs wrapping around his waist, her bare fur pressed against his bare waist informing him that she was nude underneath her cloak. The thought brought more heat to his already stretching pants. His lips slipped from hers to nibble against her neck, bringing a moan from her kiss swollen lips. Her hand ran threw his hair grabbing a handful and shoving his head harder into her neck. Getting the hint, he bit down harder but not enough to draw blood. Her free hand dug into his back, moaning at the mix of pain and pleasure the bite brought.
After she could take no more of just feeling him, she pushed him back and wiggled out of his strong arms, to land on the floor, dropping to her knees she went for his breaches, tugging them down to expose the meat he held from her. Her eyes glazed with lust as his man musk hit her, his cock was standing firm and erect. When she reached out to grab hold of it she could feel hit throb and he let out a small groan, her small fingers unable to wrap around the full extent she ran them up and down.
Women's furred hands have to feel better than the bare skin of humans, she thought, looking up at him, wondering if another took his bed before her. Growling at the thought she took the throbbing meat into her mouth, determined to make this better than any other women the male might have lain with.
Moaning as the fox took him into her small wet mouth; he took her green hair into his hands to keep it from her face as she took more and more of him in. She started to gag at about half of him but didn't stop until the throbbing dick entered her throat. He moaned out her name as the tight walls of her throat wrapped around the head of his dick. He bucked his hips face fucking her, moaning as she let him take over, drool leaking from her lips. Finally with a roar he couldn't take any more and pulled out. He lifted her up and tore the cloak down the middle. Picking her up and slamming her against the door, he placed the tip of his saliva covered cock at the entrance of her awaiting, pink pussy. He could smell her musk, only making the desire more.
With a slow deliberate thrust he entered her. She screamed out, face buried in his neck her hands tugging on his hair. Soon he had a steady rythem, slowly building speed as he took the fox. No thoughts entered their minds only the feeling of each other intertwined and connected. She was the first to cum, when he finally hilted her with his knot. Biting down on his shoulder as she screamed, her claws digging into his back drawing blood along with her teeth. He moaned out at last, howling into the air as he himself ejaculated into her.
She moaned again, shuddering as the warm fluid filled her womb. His knot didn't allow any to escape her tight wet folds. Standing there breathing hard with her arms wrapped around his neck, he smiled and looked into her dazzling green eyes with his piercing blue. She smiled back and nuzzled into his chest with a content sigh.
He laughed and kissed the top of her head. Don't be getting sleepy now my heart, we still haven't gotten to bed yet. Opening her eyes wide with surprise she smiled and laughed. Neither would be getting much sleep tonight after all.
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